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She turned her gaze back to him, moon gaze steady.

He was a strong man. Of power and body. Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent. Jakoul was aware she did not compare. Not even to some of the fellahin.

Yet she was no stranger to weaving charms — or perhaps curses.

She only rumbled warmly and welcoming, lowering her body back down into a crouch. A cooing sound as she kept her eyes fixed upon him still.